Letters from high latitudes : being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam", to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . XIII.] THE BLACK DEATH 247 See, the shifting groups are fringing Rock and ridge with gay attire,Bright as Northern streamers tinging Peak and crag with fitful fire! Towards the cliff their steps are bending. Westward turns their eager gaze,Whence a stately ship ascending. Slowly cleaves the golden floats the apparition— Is it, can it be the same?Frantic cries of recognition Shout a long-lost vessels name ! Years ago had she departed— Castle
Letters from high latitudes : being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam", to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . XIII.] THE BLACK DEATH 247 See, the shifting groups are fringing Rock and ridge with gay attire,Bright as Northern streamers tinging Peak and crag with fitful fire! Towards the cliff their steps are bending. Westward turns their eager gaze,Whence a stately ship ascending. Slowly cleaves the golden floats the apparition— Is it, can it be the same?Frantic cries of recognition Shout a long-lost vessels name ! Years ago had she departed— Castled poop and gilded stern ;Weeping women, broken-hearted. Long had waited her the midnight sun wheeled downwards But to kiss the oceans verge—When the noonday sun, a moment. Peeped above the Wintry surge. Childless mothers, orphaned daughters. From the seaward-facing searched the vacant waters For that unreturning flag !But, suspense and tears are ended, Lo ! it floats upon the breeze !Neer from eager hearts ascended Thankful prayers as warm as these. See the good ship proudly rounding That last point that b
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